episode_0066

In an instant, the largest harvest area disappeared.

There are still 117 instances, but each is unique to the world.

Originally I was going to say people, but there’s an animal that looks like a whale and an animal that looks like an octopus, so it’s a bit awkward to use the unit of name.

anyway.

I’ve just swallowed up an entire world and ripped out all the memories of those who gained it.

But this took quite some time.

The time when the harvest season was the greatest in the first world.

Since I was watching all the harvesters at the same time, it’s strange that it took this long just because the number increased.

If it’s a family, you can build it.

First of all, an ordinary family.

There were too many of them.

All living things literally fell to the floor.

If you don’t know, classify it first.

Insects have light but no warmth.

Stones also have light in the first place. No, but when the glass bottle breaks, it seems like almost everything material is gone?

But if it’s too big to be seen by the human eye, then it seems like there’s no light. If they had light, people would be shining with light.

This means that single-celled organisms and bacteria do not have light.

Having a nervous system seems like a prerequisite, but let’s just assume for now.

And when it comes to animals, light is basic. But warmth is different for each animal.

Small animals have a lot of light and a lot of warmth, while large animals have little light and little warmth.

If you categorize animals, those that seem to be highly intelligent tend to be warm.

Of course, it varies from person to person, but on average, people are the warmest. Of course, the low points are high, and the high points are also high.

But they are not the highest. There are those who are bright and warm. Half of them were once beasts. But they gained intelligence and special powers.

According to the faded memory of the man, the only thing similar is a monster?

But they can’t reproduce with their original species. And they can’t survive by eating people.

Of course, there are those who have abnormal sexual desires and marry people of other races, or even mate with humans.

If you just look at the amount of warmth, it is ten times more than that of an average person, but in other words, it is also the amount that ten average people can gather if they pray.

Hmm. But if there are too many harvesters, the glass bottles will break, so should I go for this?

Let’s put it on the list of harvest candidates.

I also considered using a sentence called the contract in the foreign religion, but if I stretch it out like last time, the world will fall apart.

If you fall, hehe.

no.

hmm.

Honestly, it was awesome.

But, no. I’m too drawn to it.

What should I do?

But you have to forget about it. You know you can’t get much out of it that way.

I think about the games that faded man used to play.

It is a game that was played by so many people that it can be called a folk game, but like a folk game, it is quickly forgotten.

There’s something called population. There’s a maximum number of people who can rule.

You can put restrictions like that.

Those that are cheap and affordable and those that are strong and expensive.

We shouldn’t create a universal religion like Rebecca did. We should create a secret society that is more secretive and dark.

This is correct.

There was a secret society in the first world too. The remnants of the Holy Spirit Church were busy moving around. They were searching for traces of the summoning magic that Rebecca had secretly experimented with, organizing the data, and preparing to bring down the Holy Spirit Church.

It’s too late now though.

Besides that, there were surprisingly many secret societies.

Of course, there are no global institutions, but at least at the village or city level, there are quite a few.

There are also types of vigilantes.

But this can be done by going up first or after the number of people has increased to a certain level.

Currently, there is only one way to influence other worlds.

If someone accidentally falls to the bottom of the water, grab them and turn them into a harvester. Now you can turn them into a harvester without blowing up a single one.

Then you gain strength, and sometimes special abilities, and go change your life.

But those who have experienced rock bottom only use rock bottom methods.

It’s a way that it’s bound to get stuck somewhere. Violence is powerful, but without wisdom, it won’t get you far. And people who have experienced something too horrible have a hard time accepting others.

Then, you will be left alone and collapse.

Just because it’s harvest season doesn’t mean you become a perfect superhuman.

Even if you have the wisdom to overcome it, unfortunately, there is no one who has built a family.

The abilities I have now are not organically connected. I would like to create an environment where I can be called right away when the harvest season comes.

It would be nice if there was a feature that could extend the harvest period at least a little.

It’s difficult.

A person who is deeply despairing. No, the intelligent being can be made into a harvester.

If you put in Yasle’s memories for about 10 years, you can call me.

If you read the contract while thinking of me, you can create a harvester.

Maybe a compromise is necessary.

Or the order.

Number 1 is set.

Those who come close to sleep are turned into harvesters.

This is the very first.

I think it would be a good idea to adjust the following order.

Instead of just putting in Yasle’s memories, wouldn’t it be better to have her read the contract?

If you think about it, this is a blessing agent.

They send the contract to the head of the harvester, inserting an advertisement that says that reading this sentence will bring blessings.

First of all, let’s try increasing the harvest period a lot.

Because it takes too long to wait for light to fall near the surface.

Besides what you have to do here, there are many experiments to be done upstairs. The more you try, the more you can learn.

But rather than being too greedy, let’s build it up little by little.

It’s been going well so far, right?

So that’s what I did.

There are still many memories that I haven’t processed, but I’m sure they will slowly resolve as time passes.

There are quite a few creatures that can be counted. It is difficult to throw away microorganisms as useless because they lack warmth, but we can see the world on the verge of destruction through microorganisms, so we cannot throw them away yet.

Since you can multitask, take your time analyzing it.

I looked up.

The light is floating in the sky.

At one time, I thought there was only a little bit of light, because there was a light moving close to me.

But now I know.

This sky is literally the night sky. There is space up there.

Just as tiny stars come together to form galaxies, and galaxies form groups of galaxies and clusters of galaxies, there are truly countless lights floating around.

However, there is something different about the night sky seen from the planet.

This is a flat universe.

Some people might be horrified, but it really is.

I’m infinitely spread out. I don’t really know if there’s an end or not.

Because there is no side. All the light is above me. I used to think I was a sphere, but I realized I wasn’t until I stretched my arms up.

I saw arms rising upward from all sides.

There is no curvature in the first place.

Is death really possible?

I forcefully throw the question that comes to my mind to the faded man in the corner of my head and wonder how I can gain some warmth.

They give you a contract with an advertisement inserted.

Since we can speak in our own languages once we’re connected, there’s no need for translation or anything.

Hmm.

hmm.

No matter how long I wait, it doesn’t increase.

Someone clearly said it. They said the contract clearly.

But it failed. It failed even though it was done by a non-harvester.

What is it? Is there some condition?

For example, should I have been to that world once?

The failures continue.

Do I have to wait for another infinite number of years?

Should I just wait for someone like Yasle to randomly pick me up? How many attempts would that take?

How long do I have to wait?

If you divide time infinitely, I think it can definitely go up.

But does that mean I have to wait for that time?

How is it?

Is the heat still vivid in your mind?

Jjang.

uh?

The thread came down. It wasn’t sent by the harvester. It’s not like the magic of Yaslena and Hukkeshni, which was like a fishing line.

But before I could think about it, I grabbed it.

Because when the opportunity comes, you can’t miss it.

Rather than a thin thread, it is more like a piece of cloth.

The string pulled me up.

Up. Up. Up again.

As before, I caught a glimpse of a glass bottle passing by, unconnected to me, and I stepped inside.

And then I opened my eyes.

I opened only one eye, because I had no eye.

My body is twisted and tied up with countless sheets of cloth. The cloth is so wet that it blocks my breathing. I can faintly hear a sound through the countless sheets of cloth.

Purple Fanatic Four Seasons Chaos.

They call me by that name. Is this another cult? I also hear mumbling, but it doesn’t seem to be a language that this body knows.

I tried to raise my arms. But they were blocked by the wet cloth. No, is there anything there? This. Even when I tried to wiggle my fingers or toes, the cloth was squeezing them. I guess I’m paranoid about this.

More than anything, I’m annoyed that I can’t breathe. This time, I’ll have to rebuild my body completely.

Damn.

She’s taller than Rebecca Rolf, but she’s almost like a full-bodied woman. She used to be a woman with black hair and slightly yellow skin, but now she has purple hair and white skin.

As cracks appear on all sides, the wet cloth is sucked into the cracks. With a squelching sound, it even swallows up the pole to which the cloth is tied.

This time, I was worried that the world would fall apart like last time, so I stopped making the things I imagined into reality.

I looked ahead.

No, why can I only see one side?

Oh, you don’t have any eyeballs yet?

Something is stuck. Should I say it’s blocked? Something is claiming ownership, so I pressed it down and restored the eyeball.

And I greeted people by looking at them with both eyes.

“Hello.”

People around me bowed down to me, saying things like, “Purple Fanatic, Four Seasons Chaos.” I feel like I’m a victim again.

Hehehe.

But then again, I came out into the world.